"When the demon blood becomes pure... as a human bloodline, it will become relatively weak, so the sense of kinship with the human bloodline will also become weaker, right?" As smart as Tang Sui was, he figured out the connection in an instant.

But she had new doubts.

"Is it because I have been cultivating my demon power recently?"

Should she also raise her soul power?

As if he saw Tang Sui's wishful thinking, Tang Chen lightly poured a basin of cold water on it.

"Enhancement of demon power is part of it. Otherwise, why do you think the differences between half-demon and pure-blood demons in the demon clan would be so serious? Even if you pick up the soul power and practice it, you can't change it."

Tang Sui frowned: "You mean, even if you balance the two bloodlines, you can't stop the erosion of the demon blood?"

"The reason why the pure-blooded demons are powerful is because their blood is pure, their demonic nature is stronger, and they can better exert the demonic race's stronger demonic talent. This is eternal." Tang Chen said, "You can teach me."

"Yeah" expression, and continued to elaborate:

"You are different from a half-demon, but you have a lot of non-human blood in your body. In addition, the current killing city believes in 'gods', which are also non-human things. One day, you will have to choose between being a human or a human being.

Making a choice between inhumans.”

Tang Sui's slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and the lake in her heart that was blown by the wind once again made huge ripples.

...

Eggs cannot be put in one basket, just like people cannot generalize. Of course Tang Sui understands, but she is not in a hurry to get rid of those moths that rot from the root. Instead, she uses them as insect bait to let other excellent qualities

The seedlings of believers must clean up these heresies with impure beliefs on their own.

People must have a common interest goal and enemy in order to be better "unified".

This is Tang Sui's style of doing things.

After that day, she did not let Tang San dream and plant the seeds of faith in his heart, but instead set her sights on others besides him.

Although she changed the rules of the Hell Killing Fields, she did not change the overall survival rules of the Killing City.

Even if you win in the Hell Killing Fields, people can still block and kill them off the field. Who wins depends on personal strength and luck.

Under her deliberate guidance, those guys, like the bald men, whose hearts were full of selfish greed and who wanted to rely on the name of "god" to make up for their losses, were eliminated by the angry fanatic believers.

One after another, people die every day, seemingly on the right track.

But what made Tang Sui feel sad was that she found that the child of destiny seemed to be eyeing her.

Every day, apart from being in his room and dealing with some guys who were eyeing him with ill intentions, he was collecting information about her by sneaking around.

The two of them seemed to be playing hide-and-seek. Tang Sui, the front leg, had just appeared, and Tang San, the back leg, must have been quietly lurking in the crowd eating melons, observing her.

Tang Sui was extremely distressed, but did not tell Tang Chen.

She was afraid that Tang Chen would directly kill the child of destiny, and then he would really be "the enemy of the world".

She didn't know how to face Tang San, who was somewhat related to her by visual inspection, but seemed to be coming with bad intentions.

Because Tang San seemed to have great opinions on the City of Slaughter, which was also mentioned in the memory of his previous life. Even before Tang San left through the Hell Road later, he poisoned the energy core pool of the City of Slaughter.

So annoying.

Tang Sui sat on his chair and held his face in pain.

There was a flash of black light, and a new form appeared on the wooden table in front of her.

Tang Sui's eyes fell on the new form inadvertently, and his eyes were fixed on the name.

"Huh? Hu Liena?"

Tang Sui blinked, picked up the form and looked at the handwriting filled in on it carefully. After comparing it with some information in his memory, Tang Sui frowned slightly.

It was indeed Hu Liena from the Spirit Hall, but how could she come later than Tang San?

Thinking about her reforms in the Killing City, Tang Sui thought it was probably because of her little butterfly.

If this can be changed, then should she... try poaching the corner of Wuhun Palace?

This bold idea came to mind. Tang Sui looked at the information carefully and tapped lightly on the wooden table with his pinky fingertips.

Outside the window, the blood moon hanging in the sky sheds its light on this city full of sin. The moonlight tonight seems to be mixed with a little purple.

All kinds of people live in this city where people live with blood.

However, in just a few days, Tang San discovered that in this killing city, there was no need for him to deliberately control it, and the killing intent would continue to surge upwards.

It seems that only by seeing blood can the anger accumulated in one's heart be released.

But not everyone is like this.

Because he also discovered that some people in the city were very strange. When the murderous aura around them got a little out of control, they did not kill people in the street. Instead, they chose to take out an unidentifiable wooden sculpture and hold a dim statue in their other hand.

Matte stone carvings, and then praying to the wood carving gods, telling chaotic whispers.

Then he discovered that the chaotic murderous aura and rising momentum of those people were slowly calming down, and even under the vision of his purple devil eyes, their soul power was being merged into the gray stone ornaments.

Tang San was not stupid, and he immediately understood the special ability of that stone sculpture to absorb soul power.

He also has one in his hand, which was accidentally obtained from the people who intercepted and killed him. It is regarded as a trophy.

He also tried to inject his soul power into it, but strangely, the stone sculpture rejected his soul power. Unwilling to give up, he specially found someone who also owned the stone sculpture and asked him to inject his soul power into it, and it was successful.

Tang San couldn't help but fall silent.

Why didn't Dudu accept his soul power?

While thinking about it, a noisy sound came from the front.

More than ten people gathered in one place, and screams kept coming from the center of the circle.

A stream of blood splashed into the air, making the smell of rust and iron in the air even stronger.

The onlookers made way for a straight path, and a familiar figure slowly walked out.

———Digression————

ps: It is assumed that Hu Liena arrives in the Killing City a few days later than Tang San.

Today is the end of the report. Mo Li has a headache doing the accounting. He has a rest today and will have a recovery day tomorrow. There are only 2 days left for the Mid-Autumn Festival~

See you tomorrow~
Chapter completed!